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“A Boy on the Farm” by Robert Bly 🇺🇸 (23 Dec 192621 Nov 2021)
I was one of the saved.
The chickens were, too.
Morning came; only
The hired girl was ready.
The rest of us dozed,
And got up, and fed chickens.
The guinea hens rose
From unimaginable places.
We couldn’t understand
How strange they were.
They slept in trees
And had better nights.